Secret Life
That third life we each live
There alongside our public and private ones
The secret life
You came into it on a freight train of building emotion
Slowly, powerfully, but constantly accelerating
Momentum building energy and force
Until
To fruition
Holding its own demise and rebirth
Time and again
As if a train on an unstable track
One moment
Cars cascading past each other down an embankment
Burning
Metal rending into misshapen form
Next
Riding as if on silk or a cushion of air
With sun shining
In a rhythmic dance to please the kings
A cycle maybe still
But
For now in that secret life
Exists only a
Heart
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